#writer!harry

So you agree because a job is a job and he’s not horrible to look at or be around with his glasses and soft cardigans and green eyes, and the twist is that the “inspiration” Harry thinks he feels is actually sort of like love at first sight and what he is writing is actually the love story he’s longing to have with you. But add in a dash of sexual tension, an artist being lowkey obsessed with his “muse”, you being only a little overwhelmed with how much money he’s willing to spend on you and some early morning confessions of feelings that cause things to get messy and a possible change to the ending of Harry’s story.

Chapters: 4/4 Rating: Mature Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, mentions of Niall Horan/Barbara Palvin Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Lottie Tomlinson, Daisy Tomlinson, Félicité Tomlinson, Phoebe Tomlinson, Paul Higgins, Simon Cowell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Journalism, Alternate Universe - Magic, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Top Louis, Bottom Harry, Anal Sex

Summary:

“Alright, alright. No need to bite,” Harry says, holding his hands above his head in a general gesture of surrender.

Louis quirks an eyebrow and his foot nudges Harry’s as he moves to sit straight. “If that’s what you think biting is, you’ve got another thing coming, Styles.”

Harry blinks at him before he feels his face flush and inside the marrows of his bones there’s pulses of heat, pulses of fire spreading through him. “Is that a threat, your Highness?”

“That’s a promise,” Louis answers just as the car halts to a stop. “One I intend to keep.”

Harry is a journalist with a lot of secrets and Louis is the future king of the United Kingdom; they live together for 60 days.

Harry takes his dinner back to his bedroom, determined to chip away at his book that he came here to write. He’s not sure what it really is yet but he knows he wants it to be in the countryside, maybe a love story without the distractions of a city or a corporate job or a huge population to get in the way.

Or, Harry rents a room on a farm in exchange for working as a farmhand.

I don’t think I know of that one specifically, but this one is pretty close:

That Sounds Fake But Okay - 54k (WIP). Harry Styles is a rookie journalist forced to work the gossip desk at a major New York magazine. Louis Tomlinson is the A-list actor who doesn’t appreciate Harry or his articles.

Harry poked his head into Eggsy’s trailer. “Oh, are you reading it already?” 

The director, Merlin, had asked for a very special favor. Eggsy was adamant about capturing the character of Dennis Severs correctly, so he’d been calling for redo after redo. (“I have to do it right, or I’ll look like a fucking idiot!”) 

So Harry had been called about his manuscript for the second book. Normally the answer would be a steadfast no, possibly with a middle finger. But if it was for Eggsy, the heartthrob who preferred stage acting and read every single one of Harry’s books at least ten times, there was no way he could refuse. 

He’d sent it over earlier that day and had hoped to get a chance to preface it before Eggsy looked at it. Harry hadn’t actually even started it until after he met Eggsy during filming. 

The result was...embarrassing to say the least. Harry never had any intention of giving Dennis Severs a love interest, but his hands moved of their own accord, writing out a middle aged con artist named Arthur Newman; a man who Dennis was written to be immediately attracted to. 

It was possibly the most pathetic thing he’d ever done. 

“Come on in, Harry.” Eggsy was reclining on his couch in nothing but a pair of sweats. He didn’t like getting dressed after showering, something Harry enjoyed immensely. “I wanted to ask you something.” 

Harry went in and took the seat across from him. 

Eggsy swung his feet to the floor and sat up with a frown. “So, I feel like I’m familiar enough with your writing to know when you aren’t fucking serious.” 

“I don’t doubt it.” Harry’s stomach dropped. 

“Right. So correct me if I’m wrong,” Eggsy wiggled the manuscript in Harry’s face. “But it seems like you wrote almost a hundred pages of a decoy book to tell me you’re interested.” 

Harry blinked. 

Eggsy touched Harry’s knee, grinning wildly. “I mean you could have just said something, but this was charming as fuck.”